Brunette of mine
I will count to you to ten
One is the sun that illuminates you
Two is your legs which command
We are three in bed, three
Brunette of mine
The fourth one comes later
Five are your continents
Six is my half parties of my half hot ones
I keep on counting right now
Good, good, good, good
Brunette of mine
Seven is the sins made
The sum eight with me
Nine the ones I collect you
More than ten is sense
And from my part it exceeds what you give to me
Give it to me good
A little here, a little to who
When you mouth touches me
It sets me on and it provokes me
It bites me and it destroys me
All of it is always few
And move it well; no one like you knows doing coffee
Brunette: grab. Oh, it kills me
It kills me and it ends me
And we go to Hell
For it no to be eternal, softly
That no one like you knows doing coffee
When you mouth touches me
It sets me on and it provokes me
It bites me and it destroys me
All of it is always few
And move it well, well, well
That no one like you knows doing me, uh, coffee
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
Brunette of mine
If this is happiness
That may God descends and sees it
And even He didn't believe it
This is glory
And from my part I put art
That which you give me
Give it to me
Take good care of it
A little that way, a little to who
BRUNETTE OF MINE
Brunette of mine I will count to you to ten One is the sun that illuminates you Two is your legs which command We are three in bed, three Brunette of mine The fourth one comes later Five are your continents Six is my half parties of my half hot ones I keep on counting right now Good, good, good, good Brunette of mine Seven is the sins made The sum eight with me Nine the ones I collect you More than ten is sense
And from my part it exceeds what you give to me Give it to me good A little here, a little to who When you mouth touches me It sets me on and it provokes me It bites me and it destroys me All of it is always few And move it well; no one like you knows doing coffee Brunette: grab. Oh, it kills me It kills me and it ends me And we go to Hell For it no to be eternal, softly That no one like you knows doing coffee When you mouth touches me It sets me on and it provokes me It bites me and it destroys me All of it is always few
And move it well, well, well That no one like you knows doing me, uh, coffee
Well, well, well Well, well, well
Brunette of mine If this is happiness That may God descends and sees it And even He didn't believe it This is glory
And from my part I put art That which you give me Give it to me Take good care of it A little that way, a little to who
(Chorus)